362 still fuming and biting his words off, as though no time had elapsed and the outrage were still at hand. Then there were the other men who had been picked up, and the station agent, and a drummer who had been staying at the hotel and who had watched everything from his window. For a moment Mr. Munn thought that this might be a man the prosecution was counting on. He had seen a tall man on a bay horse, or what looked like a bay horse, he said, for the light wasn't so good. The man seemed to be in charge, or something. And the man was a tall man, and lanky. "Like him," he said, and nodded toward Doctor MacDonald. But there was nothing there, Mr. Munn thought. It was too easy for Wilkins, when he took the witness for cross- examination. "You say it was a tall man you saw?" Wilkins asked con- versationally of the drummer. " Yes, sir," the drummer said. " By the way, Mr. Tupper," Wilkins said, still conversation- ally, " where did you say you're from?" " Huntsville, Alabama/' the drummer replied. " Well, I've never been in Alabama, and I can't say exactly how men grow down there "—and he hesitated, to cast an appraising glance over the witness, who was a shortish man, and thin—" but round here the country produces a right smart of pretty well-set-up fellows, Like my client, there." He hesitated again, waiting for the laughter, which came. Suddenly, he flung out an accusing finger at the witness, and his voice mounted: " Did you positively, beyond shadow and peradventure of a doubt, identify this man?" " Well------" the man paused, "Well," Wilkins snapped; then added casually: "I just didn't want you, Mr. Tupper, to be making any suggestions to these gentlemen"—he indicated the jury—"that you wouldn't back up. In here, or," he added in an ingratiating tone, "outside." " I object, Your Honour "—the prosecutor was on his feet. " I object; that's intimidation of the witness!"